The weakness of ourselves and of our reason makes us see flaws in beauties by making us consider everything piece by piece.
Nationality: German Type: Philosopher Born: August 27, 1730 Death: June 21, 1788 |
O, once in each man's life, at least, Good luck knocks at his door; And wit to seize the flitting guest Need never hunger more. But while the loitering idler waits Good luck beside his fire, The bold heart storms at fortune's gates, And conquers its desire.
The people who truly love me and loved me before all of this stuff. You can't ever leave them behind.